Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.